My Last Will and Testament

Why Now?

Because life is too short, and we don't know what's going to happen.

And because it might not be the final one. Every will is going to have that phrase "the last will and testament", but who knows when you'll make another one.

But if I were to die tomorrow, I would want my family to honour my wishes.

These wishes.

Remember, we are stars wrapped in skin.

A Mid Life Reflection

I'm Getting To 40

I'm not there yet. But I'm getting there in a couple of years. How have I fared? I haven't become the roaring success that I'd hoped I would become, in my teenage years. Those were the years when my acne was a rash and I was abashed. Those were the years when suicide was often on my mind; it hasn't crossed my mind ever since I had kids. Nowadays I live for them, to try and see them to adulthood. But those were the years when the future was full of potential, yet my options seemed cut off. I did well in school, yet I knew that I would not be given the opportunity to pursue any career other than the one my parents had set for me.

Don't fret the bad things in life. Just get over them, conquer them, and smack them down. That's how you get stronger.

that special date

i am sorry that i wasn't there
but i tried to do my best.
now i know, and know i care
for i hope to pass your test.

for you i have done many things
and burdens still i bear.
but this i find through suffering:
that special date
could seal my fate
because it has your care.

to leave all else to focus
only on that date
would leave me with the locus
to say this:
that what i did
with much focus of late

was to secure the opinion
of that one important person:
she! who else? none other
than she who loves me true.

Sometimes it is sad ...

... that you may never know
the road not taken.
When you travel on a journey
but never see its destination,
or labour in the dark
without hope of fruition.

And yet in spite of this
I can't help but feel pleased
to see a group so tireless
to cure our nation's disease.

How many years of labour?
To clinch this moment sweet.
One could almost feel their fervour
For this victory.

Behold our fearsome candidates:
Strong and well and good.
Along came the tsunami
And they became old driftwood.

Listen to what the people want!
Or pay the price again.
Sometimes a raving lunatic's rant
may revive the slain.

Shallow is the mind
of the man who thinks he can
do it all alone -- he's blind
to the new realities.

Sadness fills the heart sometimes
until it is flushed away.
Then we start anew again,
step into this glorious day.

Remake the world we see
but not with Shafi'e
nor Ghazali.

Instead the people's voice should be
e n s h r i n e d
for all humanity.